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~No Two Persons Ever Read The Same Book ~ Edmund Wilson ~
~Character, Like A Photograph, Develops In Darkness~
So I know I haven't been very active on DA lately, in fact I think I've only posted one thing since moving house. But these last months haven't been easy for me. I don't want to go into details, or anything. But I'm genuinely sorry for being away, I've missed posting work and chatting with all of you, and reading your comments etc. DA is one little window I get to the world where people actually share my interests, and so it's very special to me, as corny, or even silly as that may sound.
These past months I've found a lot of comfort in writing, and after taking some time to work on my own original works, I finally got back to writing Fanfiction, and have, this past month been working on some x Reader series:
I'll be uploading a Jacob Frye x Reader series. I haven't played Syndicate yet, but I have wanted to write something with Jacob for ages, so I'm glad to finally be ticking that off my list.
I've also been working on a Modern Haytham x Reader series.
And I'm planning to start a Connor x Reader series.
Obviously I will still be working on some one shots between these, half way through an Ezio x Reader one shot now actually. I'm going to begin to try and upload again regularly.
Anyway guys, I've missed uploading on here, and I hope you can all forgive me for being away so long!
fire of a thousand stars.what do you call that in-between romance,
a poem in the margins of a well-read story.
what would you say about those chaste kisses
that sweep the pine needles off our feet.
what do you call that moment of solace,
when we’re holding each other and that’s all i see.
when nothing else matters, beside your
beach waves of hair and pale blonde treating
the horizon with each shake of your head.
i am enraptured in the trap of your mind.
Gave It My AllLoving someone who doesn't love you back,
Is like focusing all your energy,
On the ghost of a million memories,
And the touch of a person gone,
But I know I gave it my all,
Only to see myself fall,
Once again straight into the ground,
Loving someone who doesn't love you back,
Is like being dragged around,
And put down,
When your hopes are a little to rare,
I know I gave it my all,
Pushing away my feelings of hurt,
I did it,
I gave up,
Are you happy??,
That I've lost it all,
To your pathetic lies,
And egotistical self,
I still hope your happy....
I'm Over ItIf only I could forget your name,
And wash away all the memories we made,
Oh it's such a shame,
The way you played me like it was a game,
Funny isn't it??,
How I'm doing fine,
You did mean a lot to me,
But I needed to be set free,
But I can tell your not over us,
The way you try to make me jealous,
It's pathetic really,
Cause I'm already over it,
And It's not really a normal thing,
For me to give up on someone,
But I'm SO happy,
I could literally sing,
But I wish I could forget your name,
And wash away all the memories.
Cause it hurts,
The way you played me,
But It's hilarious how you hate me,
You always were one for blaming,
I should've put up more of a fight,
Still I can tell,
Your not over it,
It's pathetic really,
Cause I'm over it,
[my masterpiece]You are art.
From the top of your head to the tips of your toes,
You are most definitely the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
You are art.
The tresses of your (h/c) locks, and your shining (e/c) eyes,
Wave through the wind like thousands of small ribbons,
Woven together to create the love of my life.
You are art.
Each freckle that sits upon your nose, your cheeks, and your shoulders
Can be connected into beautiful constellations,
That I gaze at, bright as stars.
You are art.
Each scar that lines your body brings pain and sorrow,
But I look at them and think,
“You wouldn’t be you without them.”
You are art.
Every single stretch mark along your arms, stomach, and hips,
Brings you self consciousness and embarrassment,
But I only bring you closer and kiss you softly.
You are art.
Tears stream down your face like a waterfall,
Your nose is runny, and you look like a mess,
But your my mess, and I love you.
You are art.
While you say that I’m mistaken,
HomophobiaWhen a girl tells a boy she is in love with him,
everyone agrees it is sweet and pure,
but when one girl does the same to another,
it is suddenly impure, they say.
To them, the girls drip with sin,
they want their attraction altered,
to cater towards their comfort.
When a guy kisses his girlfriend,
it is loving, and adoring,
met with coos and squeals,
but when a guy kisses his boyfriend,
it is disgusting.
They call it sodomy,
When a man proposes to a woman,
it is heartwarming, and encouraged
by loud cheers and clapping,
but when a woman buys a ring
to propose to the love of her life,
who is a woman, as well,
it becomes immoral.
They say it's against religion,
that it infringes upon their comfort,
excusing their hatred under a guise,
and misinterpreted verses,
and wish to ban the legality,
of marriage between two men,
and of between two women.
What they do not realize,
is the full definition of romantic love,
that the genders are no boundaries,
Before...Before, we're friends.
We comfort each other
Seek and find one another
Laugh and cry through difficult times
Now, we're just strangers
Like we've never met before
As if that was uncalled for
The pain never leaves
It will make you grieve
For it is hard to let it go
To feel free
Memories we hold when time we spent one another
Gone or is it still there
Is it still held within our hearts
Or will it be forgotten?
Healing (ArnoxReader)(This is the ending of this (supposed) one-shot: http://sakuraharuno1999.deviantart.com/art/It-Hurts-ArnoxReader-624116705)
Arno froze. He did not run after her, did not try to stop her, after all, what could he say that would make her stay? Everything (Y/N) had yelled at him about was true, he was nothing but an idiot who had isolated himself from the world, using a broken heart as an excuse. But Élise was the love of his life, or so he had thought. The truth is that after hearing such a heartfelt confession from the woman whom had always looked after him, he didn’t feel certain of anything anymore.
Letting himself fall back on the bed, Arno let his gaze briefly hover over the bottle of red wine on the nightstand that seemed to call for him, however, with a heavy sigh, he forced himself to face the wooden slats on the ceiling, nothing good could ever happen if he started drinking again.
It was then - alone in the room after a meaningless argument and (Y/N) revealing that, e
Whats Worth Fighting For Whats Worth Fighting For
Is Not Worth Dying For
While It Seems Things Are Good,
I'm In A Sea Of Emotions, With No True Voice
Too Tell People Around Me I Trust And Love That
Life's A Pain,
SomewhereFrom time to time I wonder,
Why these thoughts tend to keep me under,
Because of this,
I tend to miss,
How or why I've got this far,
I mean soon I'll be able to drive a car,
So because of these things,
I tend to lock myself up,
Away from others,
So that I may,
Find that one day,
I'm not the problem,
After all this time,
I tend to rhyme,
Words so that,
I'll get somewhere,
Haytham x Templar!Reader ~Daddy Issues~ Part 1From a young age you understood you were nothing more than a tool for your father to gain reputation inside the Templar society, after all the first born is always known as the pride of the family but for your father you hadn’t been more than a biological failure, why?, because for the caprice of destiny, you had been born a girl, indeed, for him you were the biggest disgrace it could have ever happened to him, it sounded harsh but it was the truth that haunted you ever since you could remember. Nonetheless this little misfortune didn’t stop your father’s ambition: from being dressed, to treated and educated as a man you lived, without ever knowing the warmth of a father, the love, the care or any affection of some sort, he was only your father by name, and he made understood your mother pretty well the same circumstances due that, not even she dared to put a single finger on your skin. Of course being raised like that
Growing with a constant emptiness that only
Rabbit in a Snowstorm (Connor x Reader) Prologue
“There’s a boy in the barn.”
“In the barn there’s a boy, Achilles.”
“Ugh it’s that boy from earlier. He won’t take no for an answer.”
“You weren’t mean to him I hope,” you said taking a bite of your apple.
“Not at first but he forced me too. What’s he doing?” You squinted through the rain, trying to focus on the boy.
“He’s just laying there. He’s not dangerous is he?”
“No, just a nuisance.”
“Achilles we might have trouble.”
“What’s he doing?”
“Hiding. From two men that just walked up. Thieves by the look of it. They’re talking to him. Looks like they’re telling him to leave……woah nice parry!” You watched as the boy dodged the men’s attacks leaping here and there and landing a few critical hits of his own. You watched as more men came, no
Hidden Feelings - Connor Kenway x Reader
A sigh escaped your lips when you heard the thunder roar from outside. You glanced out the window, watching as the others ran under cover. You wiped the cup that you were holding with a clean rag before placing it in the cupboard. You had just finished cleaning the dishes and Connor wasn’t home yet. He was still out in the storm. You began to worry as you paced back and forth.
“You’re going to ruin my floors like that,” Achilles muttered as he entered the kitchen. He gave you a look before sitting down at the table. “What are you all worked up about?”
“Nothing,” you whispered, shrugging, but you kept your eyes out the window. You hoped that you would spot Connor’s horse and him, but to no such luck.
“Worried about Connor?” Achilles question sounded more like a statement, but you paid no mind to that.
“I hope he’s ok
Old Friends - Connor Kenway x Reader
“It is nice of you to visit us, Ratonhnhaké:ton,” Kanen'to:kon said in their native tongue. Connor nodded, agreeing with him.
“Yes, it is nice to see all of you again,” Connor said, replying in their native tongue as well.
“You brought your lover, [Name]?” Kanen’to:kon questioned even though he already knew the answer. He watched as you played with the little children of the village. They already seemed to love you despite the language barrier.
“She is not my lover,” Connor corrected as he watched you as well. Kanen’to:kon and he sat on a cliff that overlooked the village. They could see everyone in the village clearly. Kanen’to:kon watched as a small smile spread across Connor’s lips.
“Yet everyone can see that you are in love with her,” Kanen’to:kon said, glancing over at
Homework- Past! Haytham x Modern Reader“I swear to the almighty lord…” I grumbled, scribbling down notes for the test tomorrow. I was absent all week to help my new guest adjust to the way things work in 2016. Let me tell you, I couldn’t have asked for a better guest. His name was Haytham E. Kenway, Grandmaster of the Colonial Templar Order, at least in his time he was. Now he was just any regular 30 year old man, except with fighting skills I’ve only ever seen in movies. With some convincing, he had wore the clothes I bought him than his usual attire. He still wore his hat, the only thing I liked about his attire, no matter how fancy he is. I had taught him how to cook breakfast only since I’m a late riser. With all this technology, he was very impressed about how we use it. His crisp British accent caught me whenever he talked, usually about his past, or asking how to use something. Thank the lord I didn’t have to teach him how to use the toilet. 'Mr. Andrucci is gonna get it
Medico | Ezio x Doctor!ReaderReader is DFAB just for an assigned gender, but is otherwise p much gender neutral. They disguise themself as a man because lol women’s rights in the Renaissance period. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I picture them as about 18 when Ezio is 16. They are also portrayed as being from France.
There's a version here with the OC incorporated!
TW for blood and mention of needles.
The city was still asleep. Naught but a few souls walked the streets. Early morning light cast pale shapes through trellis and slipped between buildings, streaking across the broad square. Dawn was barely broken and you were risen, slipping from your home with mask and coat in-tow. Your hair was tied back into a long braid, whose end flickered at the base of your spine with each measured step.
A leisurely pace is all you take through empty back-alleys, eyes flickering from planters to crates stacked in
BUON COMPLEANNO (EzioxReader)June 23th, 1484.
For weeks (Y/N) had planned her partner’s birthday. Ezio was so busy with his tasks that it hadn’t even crossed his mind that, in a few hours, he’d would 25 years old, and, since he did not care, she would be the one do it. Her first thought was to organise a dinner party, but it would make too much of a fuss, and almost everyone they knew was wanted by the city guards; then she remembered to buy a gift and surprise Ezio in the morning, but she did not know what to give him; her last possibility, the one she choose, was to bake a cake and share it with him after today’s mission, it would still be a surprise, and (Y/N) hoped it would be enough. At dawn (Y/N) got to work, made a honey cake with filling and cover, very simple and no bigger than her hand, after all it would have to fit in her pouch.
They left before sunrise, the day would be long and full of work.
It was long, yes, like many others before it. The two had barely